come what may , mikaela

[DOMINIC KING BRADY]

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[atrb=cellspacing,0,true][atrb=style, background-color: #2F2F2F; border-radius: 0px 8px 0px 0px; padding: 30px 5px 10px 0px;] [STYLE=font-family: arial black; font-size: 40px; color: #EDEDED; text-transform: uppercase; letter-spacing: -3px; line-height: 28px; margin-left: -4px;] MISS YOU LIKE EVERY DAY [/style][STYLE=font-family: arial; font-size: 9px; text-transform: uppercase; line-height: 9px; letter-spacing: -1px; color: #EDEDED; text-align: justify; padding: 0px 15px 0px 15px;]❝ I THOUGHT THAT THINGS LIKE THIS GET BETTER WITH TIME, BUT I STILL NEED YOU. WHY IS THAT? YOU'RE THE ONLY IMAGE IN MY MIND, SO I STILL SEE YOU AROUND. I MISS YOU LIKE EVERY DAY. WANNA BE WITH YOU, BUT YOU'RE AWAY. I MISS YOU.❞ [/style]

[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=cellspacing,0,true][atrb=cellpadding,0,true][atrb=width,450,true][atrb=style,background-color: #EDEDED;][atrb=vAlign,top] [STYLE=width: 274px; height: 550px; overflow: auto; font-family: verdana; font-size: 10px; line-height: 11px; color: #737678; padding: 5px; text-align: justify; border-bottom: #2F2F2F 8px solid;] █ Not talking to Mikaela, or rather Mikaela not talking to him, was getting to Dominic. They’d been in situations where she might anger him to the point where he would ignore her or vice versa, but thus far there was no other incident that was comparable to this. For the last few days she’d been ignoring his phone calls, hadn’t been returning his text messages, and pretended like he didn’t exist whenever they forced to be in the same room together, even on set. Barely a glance was cast his way, barely a word exchanged, except in the occasional instance when their characters might interact on set. Or, even less commonly, when Mikaela might be pushed to the point of having to dismiss him with a “leave me alone Dominic.” There was nothing he could do or say that could convince Mikaela to pay attention to him for more than ten seconds. More often than not she even signed off the chatrooms the second that she realized he was online. And it was all because of one stupid, drunken incident. One day when they’d been in the chatroom with a group of people, Mikaela had been flirting shamelessly with some guy and the two had been engaging in a full-fledged conversation about their sexual adventures together. Whenever something like that happened it always pissed Dominic off and the jealousy ate away at his resolve like a flesh-eating disease. Knowing that Mikaela continued to have intimate relationships with other men was agonizing, like a bucket of salt being dumped on the lacerations that had been cut into his heart. Although the young man didn’t have a drinking problem there were times when he found himself turning to the comforts of alcohol to take his mind away from the frustration of the situation. Other outlets included boxing, writing music, playing video games, or taking Reina for a walk. On this most recent occasion Dominic had opted for taking Reina for a walk which resulted in the irresponsible consumption of alcohol. Consequently his overconsumption only inflamed the heat of his anger, making him more bold than he ought to have been and encouraging him to return to the chat later that night. Quite predictably, the conversation that followed quickly spiraled downward. Dominic insulted Mikaela’s sexual endeavors who in turned called him out for being an ass and it wasn’t long before the two were going at each other’s throats like a pack of blood thirsty wolves. Then the conversation turned to her ex, Ethan, mostly because of sore feelings Dominic still harbored over being mistaken for him when he called Mikaela from jail. Even though he didn’t know the man, Dominic had been relentless in his verbal assaults of Ethan as he degraded his manhood and his image in every way he could think of. His actions were out of spite with the intent to make himself superior to Mikaela’s ex-lover while proving to her that he could be the better man. Unfortunately that message was heavily distorted by the alcohol and everything backfired. Now Mikaela could only see him as an asshole, one who was apparently on the same level as her ex. But the most shocking revelation came when, in comparing his behavior to her ex-boyfriend’s, Mikaela dared Dominic to “put his hands on her” only to sign off seconds later. Dominic still puzzled over those words to this day and they deeply unsettled him. He didn’t know if Mikaela’s anger pushed her to the point of exaggeration, if she was just trying to make him feel bad or just how far Ethan had gone if he’d ever “put his hands on her.” Right now if he couldn’t get Mikaela to reconcile and forgive him, then he at least wanted to talk to her about what she’d said. Knowing that she could have possibly been hurt or abused frightened him. No one should have to go through that and he knew that Mikaela deserved more, a lot more. Having been abused himself as a child and seeing his mother subjected to the same treatment, Dominic knew what it was like and he didn’t want that for Mikaela. Yet no much how he begged and pleaded - yes, because he was at the point of pleading for her attention; pride was no longer a factor - she still refused to talk to him or give him the time of day. The lack of communication was tantalizing and he didn’t know what to do with himself. If he ever wondered what it would be like losing Mikaela and having her slip out of his life, he was getting a glimpse of it right now and the pain was unbearable. ”That’s a wrap!” Dominic was standing around the set of Due Date. His right leg was jiggling slightly as his heel tapped the ground, and one arm was crossed over his ribs with his other hand raised to his mouth as he nibbled the nail on his thumb. He wasn’t needed for this last scene, but he was supposed to stick around until filming was finished. But it wasn’t like he needed to be told. He always stuck around until filming was done so he could hunt down Mikaela in the hopes that his consistent pestering might break her resolve eventually. But as the end of the month drew nearer Dominic’s time was growing short and he was becoming more desperate. It was urgent that he spoke to her before they left D.C. or else he wasn’t sure if she’d speak to him again. Dominic’s eyes were fixed on Mikaela as he finished her scene and the second he saw her moving towards the doors he hurried after her. “Mikaela!” he called, but as usual she ignored him and quickened her pace. “Mikaela!” His voice was a little more forceful this time, more urgent. Dominic’s pace hastened into a jog as he pursued her. He couldn’t take no for an answer this time. Everything about where they currently stood with each other was eating away at him. As they neared the dressing rooms an extra burst of panic flooded Dominic’s brain. This had gone on for too many nights and he couldn’t let her slip away from him again. He didn’t know what else to do and in his desperation he reached out and snatched her arm to pull her away from the entrance to the dressing room. He knew it wasn’t the best action to take and it would only piss her off even more, but as long as it got her attention he was willing to suffer the consequences. [/style]

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[MIKAELA JHENÉ MENENDEZ]

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This past week had been insufferable for Mikaela. Ever since her fight with Dominic she’d been miserable. She spent a lot of time blaming herself for the fights she’d gotten in. She liked to push people until they reached their breaking points and then push them a little more. Dominic was no exception. He kept throwing his sex life in her face, as if he knew what she felt for him and didn’t care, like he was trying to remind that he could be with everyone else but her. And so she tore into him relentlessly for making her feel small and unwanted. All of the frustration she’d felt because he was essentially rejecting her unloaded on him in the form of fighting words. The things she said were very hypocritical and she knew it but at the time she didn’t care. The only thing that mattered was tearing him down and making him angry. When people picked at him, Dominic didn’t curl up into the fetal position or cry in a corner after admitting defeat. He got mad, just the way Mikaela did, and that’s what she wanted. She wanted to see that her words meant enough to him to elicit an irate reaction.

So she shouldn’t have been surprised when he came after her with fuming accusations of his own. And to add fuel to the already blazing fire, he was drunk. They attacked each other back and forth, laying on insult one after another. Mikaela should have walked away; Dominic was drunk and there was no point in fighting him. But she couldn’t bring herself to do it. For every lashing comment she had a retaliation. When she brought up Ethan, she’d only meant to use the situation with the call from jail as an example, to prove a point. Though there were many things that Mikaela shouldn’t have said that night, mentioning Ethan was probably her biggest mistake. For so long she made it a point not to talk about him, but the minute his name left her mouth their conversation took a turn for the worst. Dominic wanted to make it clear that he was bigger and badder than Ethan, and talked him down as if he knew him. Mikaela chalked it up to his arrogance and his inherent need as a male to establish himself as the alpha. She had no business defending the man that beat her, but she found herself getting angrier with Dominic the more he laid into him. She couldn’t let her abuser come across as a weakling, the way Dominic was painting him out to be. How would it look if she’d allowed a ‘punk bitch’ to hit her?

Mikaela tested Dominic, pushing him though he’d already been pushed enough. The constant chatter about Ethan started to wear her down and break away at her resolve. And when Dominic said that she still loved him she snapped. For years she did nothing but battle with her confused feelings of love and hatred, guilt and vengeful satisfaction. In a matter of minutes he’d brought those buried feelings to the surface and they overtook her like wildfire. It was no wonder she sounded like a babbling idiot when he pressed her for answers. To add insult to injury, Dominic was starting to talk to her the way Ethan had. When he got upset, Ethan often called Mikaela stupid and referred to her as a slut or a whore. He may not have used those words exactly, but having told her to keep her legs closed was close enough. Asking her if she realized how stupid she sounded was the straw that broke the camel’s back. So many foul memories were floating around in her head and she felt as if she was suffocating. Before Mikaela could get a hold of herself, she was asking Dominic if he was going to put her hands on her too. The moment she saw the words on the screen she regretted them but at that point there was nothing she could do to take them back. The enter key had already been pushed and Dominic was already asking her to explain. An explanation was the last thing she wanted to give so she left him hanging.

When the director called cut and told them it was a wrap on filming, Mikaela bolted toward the dressing room. She didn’t stick around to hear the ‘job well done speech’ and to congratulate the other actors on their work. She walked briskly, trying to avoid what– or who, rather –was to come. Like clockwork, Dominic called out to her but Mikaela kept on moving as if she couldn’t hear him. For the last week she’d ignored any and all communication he sent her way. Ignoring him wasn’t easy nor was it something that she really wanted to do, but she had to for a variety of reasons. For one, she was hurt by the things he said to her. After everything she said to him she deserved some of it, but Mikaela wasn’t going to admit that. Secondly, it was likely he wanted an explanation for the way their conversation ended and Mikaela wasn’t ready to talk about it. After Ethan went to jail and Mikaela cut him off, she decided that she was going to shove him into to the deepest pit of her mind. She didn’t want to deal with him or her feelings or the ‘emotional scarring’ that her mother kept talking about so she bottled it up and put it away. Dominic called out to her again, with more urgency this time as he followed behind her, but she was just about to reach the dressing room where she could close the door and be away from him.

She felt a hand wrap around her arm and before she could react she was being yanked away from the door. Mikaela whipped around to face him –well, look up at him since she was so short– with rage igniting her eyes. “If you don’t get your fuckin hands off me…” She spoke between clenched teeth and tried to keep her voice down, but that didn’t last long. The fist of the captured arm wrapped around the fabric of his white tshirt while her free hand slapped and pushed at his chest so he would let her go. Mikaela thrashed around like a mad person in an effort to get him to loosen his grasp on her. “I swear to fuckin– grrr! Fuck you, Dominic!” All of the frustration and anger she’d been feeling toward Dominic and Ethan came radiating out of her. She started swinging at his face and pulling harder on her arm. It was useless, however, because Dominic was bigger and stronger than her. She felt as if she were struggling against a brick wall but she didn’t relinquish her efforts.

tagged || DOM//dani
word count || 1,148
outfit || soon
notes || and so it begins.

[DOMINIC KING BRADY]

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[atrb=cellspacing,0,true][atrb=style, background-color: #2F2F2F; border-radius: 0px 8px 0px 0px; padding: 30px 5px 10px 0px;] [STYLE=font-family: arial black; font-size: 40px; color: #EDEDED; text-transform: uppercase; letter-spacing: -3px; line-height: 28px; margin-left: -4px;] MISS YOU LIKE EVERY DAY [/style][STYLE=font-family: arial; font-size: 9px; text-transform: uppercase; line-height: 9px; letter-spacing: -1px; color: #EDEDED; text-align: justify; padding: 0px 15px 0px 15px;]❝ I THOUGHT THAT THINGS LIKE THIS GET BETTER WITH TIME, BUT I STILL NEED YOU. WHY IS THAT? YOU'RE THE ONLY IMAGE IN MY MIND, SO I STILL SEE YOU AROUND. I MISS YOU LIKE EVERY DAY. WANNA BE WITH YOU, BUT YOU'RE AWAY. I MISS YOU.❞ [/style]

[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=cellspacing,0,true][atrb=cellpadding,0,true][atrb=width,450,true][atrb=style,background-color: #EDEDED;][atrb=vAlign,top] [STYLE=width: 274px; height: 550px; overflow: auto; font-family: verdana; font-size: 10px; line-height: 11px; color: #737678; padding: 5px; text-align: justify; border-bottom: #2F2F2F 8px solid;] █ He was a moron and he knew it. Dominic let his jealousy and his resentment consume him and he’d messed up big time. Everything he did was out of spite. It was true that his intentions had been to hurt Mikaela. Why? Because she’d hurt him. Not only had she rejected him, but to add salt to the wound she did things like “accidentally” calling Dominic by her ex-boyfriend’s name or ridiculing almost everything he did to bring him down. On top of that Mikaela seemed to make a habit out of bringing up other men whenever Dominic was around. Regardless of whether or not she was joking (and a lot of times it was hard to tell), Mikaela constantly talked about inviting men to her hotel room or going out to party and finding someone to bring back. She even asked Dominic to help her get laid by pawning some of his friends off to her. It did a lot to cripple his ego, but more than anything it hurt. She ran around with all of these different men, but then there were a couple times when he caught her saying that she wanted someone who could be there for her. What was agonizing was that Dominic wanted to be that man who could fulfill her every need, and he knew none of the boneheads Mikaela chose to run around with could measure up to him. But Mikaela saw right through him. She didn’t want him. So he took it out on her, wanting to make her hurt as much as he did. And by a twisted turn of fate, he got what he wanted. The only thing was he didn’t want it. He’d only been trying to make her jealous. As irrational as it sounded he’d hoped that his behavior would draw attention to himself. If Mikaela couldn’t already see him for his attributes then maybe bringing attention to his sex life or starting shit with other men would make her see something she liked. He’d tried everything from being a sweetheart to an asshole to an insensitive womanizer, but nothing seemed to work and it deeply frustrated him. Like any other time bomb that was set to go off, it didn’t take long for Mikaela to explode. It was something Dominic had anticipated, but that didn’t mean it was something he was looking forward to. He’d gone through a drastic mood change in the last week. He was quieter, despondent and more withdrawn. Interactions with friends were terse and somber, his usual liveliness had deserted him and he was often left brooding upon his thoughts. Time and time again he’d tried to approach Mikaela from different angles to get her to talk to him again, and he’d even taken to pleading with her which received some condemnation from his ex Aalina. But Dominic didn’t care. His ego was no longer a factor and he would take whatever action was necessary no matter how it made him look. The rift that had settled between him and Mikaela was growing wider and wider. There hadn’t been a time when he’d felt more distant from her. All he did was stand there and take the repercussions of her fury, letting her grab his shirt and deliver wild blows directed at his chest. No attempts to defend himself were made. Dominic knew he’d been an asshole, though even that was an understatement, and that Mikaela had every right to unleash her anger upon him. “Mikaela, listen to me...” he started to say, but his words were cut short. Mikaela was yelling over him, screaming out obscenities, as her attempts to free herself from his grasp became more violent and determined. His grip tightened around her wrist as she tried yanking her arm away from him, and when that didn’t work Mikaela’s hands were flying at his face. Without loosening his hold on her Dominic jerked his head back to avoid her blows but they were coming so rapidly that it was hard to dodge every one of them. One particularly well-aimed swing landed squarely on his cheek, and in that fleeting second Dominic could feel the entirety of Mikaela’s palm and just about every single one of her fingers connect with his skin. Hundreds of tiny nerves ignited with the searing pain of her slap, and his face was still stinging hotly even after her hand was gone. Dominic’s eyes briefly widened in shock, but he quickly regathered himself and grabbed ahold of Mikaela’s free wrist before she could lash out at him again. “Mikaela stop it. You can’t keep running from me,” Dominic said forcefully as he pinned her wrists in front of her. They were held in front of his chest, but far enough away from his face in case she still tried to swat him or claw at his chin with her nails. “I know you probably hate me right now, but please, just listen to me. I didn’t mean to upset you this much.” He’d already stopped her from going into her dressing room. There was a very good chance that in pinning Mikaela down and stripping her of her ability to move freely, Dominic was doing more damage than he was doing good. But he didn’t care. He would do whatever it took to fix what he’d destroyed and he wasn’t going to give up without a fight. [/style]

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[MIKAELA JHENÉ MENENDEZ]

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It took a lot of effort for Mikaela to go about her regular business after their fight. She still went to Vegas with him –or next to him, rather- and tried to have a good time. She went out of her way to try and be friendly toward her other friends even though she wanted to be anything but. There were times that she wanted to lash out and that was typical behavior when she was feeling like this, but she didn’t want people to ask her what was wrong so she did her best to act unaffected. But when she was alone in her hotel room she cuddled up in the sheets with her animals, cursing herself for wishing that he was there with her. She couldn’t get the images of him lying there with her, falling asleep to the TV, singing her to sleep, or staying up all night together talking, out of her head. It made her wonder if any of this was worth it. But she couldn’t shake the jealousy and the pain it caused. She couldn’t shake the anger he felt when she treated him badly. It was a vicious cycle. He talked about other women and she lashed out. He got mad that she overreacted and fought back. It couldn’t be any more obvious that she had feelings for him and the fact that he failed to recognize that couldn’t mean anything good.

This time around, Mikaela hadn’t even bothered to call her mother and tell her what was going on. She knew that Maria would just lecture her about hiding her feelings and having it blow up in her face. They’d had that conversation too many times and Mikaela was tired of hearing it. Despite her mother’s persistent warnings, Mikaela wasn’t going to put herself in a position to be hurt more than she already was. There was no point in opening a door to let Dominic in if she knew that he was just going to close it in her face. In a period of desperation, Mikaela turned to Aalina. She did so intentionally, knowing that Dominic’s ex-girlfriend from several years ago had nothing nice to say about him. She hoped that Aalina would convince her to move on from her relationship with him. Aalina did exactly what Mikaela expected her to do; she harped on his flaws and urged her to stay away from him. But even still, Mikaela found herself defending Dominic’s actions, even the ones that had hurt her and it just made her feel stupid. Perhaps he’d been right.

This scene was all too familiar to Mikaela. The altercations always started verbally and then she would lash out physically. Ethan would try to restrain her, though he was much more forceful than Dominic. And if Mikaela fought back against his restraints, he’d come to blows with her until she stopped. That’s where this scene was different. Dominic didn’t fight her, he just held onto her firmly while she struggled against him. His restraints seemed to be more about preventing her from swinging at him than establishing control over her like Ethan’s were. But that didn’t deter her. Mikaela’s breathing became ragged as she struggled in his grasp and to keep her emotions at bay. It hadn’t even fazed her that she’d slapped him; she just kept swinging until he’d grabbed hold of her wrists. She tugged, but to no avail. “FUCK! I don’t want to talk to you,” she screamed, not caring who heard. “The fuck is wrong with you? Leave me alone!”

That was the problem. As much as Mikaela wanted to hate Dominic, she couldn’t. She wanted to be able to walk away without a care, but part of her rather fights with him to the ends of the earth than be without him at all. The more their friendship grew, the more vulnerable they became to each other and the easier it became to hurt one another. These days, it seemed like their relationship was doing more damage than good and that thought was devastating. At this rate it was only a matter of time before one of their fights ended it all. She didn’t know what to do except run. If she ran away from her issues and continued to shut Dominic out, she could hide for the time being until she figured out a better plan. That’s what she’d done with regard to Ethan, but now it seemed like all of it was coming back to surface and the timing couldn’t be any worse. She’d gotten so good at hiding everything that she’d forgotten just how badly it hurt. Loving someone that didn’t love her in return created fresh wounds and her past with Ethan was the salt.

Mikaela was tired. She was tired of running, tired of fighting, tired of pretending, and physically tired of struggling against Dominic. She wanted to let go. But she was afraid of what that meant. Dominic had the power to lift her up or tear her down in an instant. She wanted desperately to trust him with the heavy baggage she carried, for him to tell her that she was going to be okay, that they were going to be okay. But he wasn’t obligated to do so and there was a chance that it would all just be too much for him to take on as just her friend and he would leave. But he was here now and he for as long as he held on to her, he was right; she wouldn’t be able to run. The energy to fight was gone. Her knees buckled slightly but his hold on her wrists allowed her to stay on her feet. Her throat was tight and her eyes were glassy, but she didn’t cry. She’d already done enough of that in front of him. She swallowed hard several times before finding the ability to speak. “Then why did you do it? Why do we keep doing this?” Her voice was strained but desperate for answers and her eyes searched his with the same urgency.


tagged || DOM//dani
word count || 1,019
outfit || soon
notes || template coming soon!

[DOMINIC KING BRADY]

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[atrb=cellspacing,0,true][atrb=style, background-color: #2F2F2F; border-radius: 0px 8px 0px 0px; padding: 30px 5px 10px 0px;] [STYLE=font-family: arial black; font-size: 40px; color: #EDEDED; text-transform: uppercase; letter-spacing: -3px; line-height: 28px; margin-left: -4px;] MISS YOU LIKE EVERY DAY [/style][STYLE=font-family: arial; font-size: 9px; text-transform: uppercase; line-height: 9px; letter-spacing: -1px; color: #EDEDED; text-align: justify; padding: 0px 15px 0px 15px;]❝ I THOUGHT THAT THINGS LIKE THIS GET BETTER WITH TIME, BUT I STILL NEED YOU. WHY IS THAT? YOU'RE THE ONLY IMAGE IN MY MIND, SO I STILL SEE YOU AROUND. I MISS YOU LIKE EVERY DAY. WANNA BE WITH YOU, BUT YOU'RE AWAY. I MISS YOU.❞ [/style]

[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=cellspacing,0,true][atrb=cellpadding,0,true][atrb=width,450,true][atrb=style,background-color: #EDEDED;][atrb=vAlign,top] [STYLE=width: 274px; height: 550px; overflow: auto; font-family: verdana; font-size: 10px; line-height: 11px; color: #737678; padding: 5px; text-align: justify; border-bottom: #2F2F2F 8px solid;] █ How Mikaela managed to go about her life as if it was nothing was beyond him. Either she couldn’t see how much it killed Dominic to be so close to her and yet so far away or she didn’t care. Every opportunity he took to approach her and make amends for his actions was shot down. In Vegas he’d given Mikaela her space even though it went against his every will. Originally their trip to Vegas was supposed to have been a night of fun. They were going there to watch Alex’s concert and then indulge in a night of drinking and dancing afterward and have a good time. Instead Dominic was left sulking and brooding. He’d made an effort to have a good time and laugh with friends, but it was hard for him to enjoy himself and by the end of the night he’d disappeared and vanished into his own world. Vegas didn’t cure anything. When they returned to D.C., Mikaela was just as set in her silent treatment as ever. While he tried his best not to let it show she consumed his mind day in and day out. She was his first thought when he opened his eyes in the morning and the last before he fell asleep. For someone who seemed to have a good understanding of women, Mikaela completely threw Dominic off his game. There were times when she made it seem like she cared like when she introduced him to her mother, stayed up late talking with him or making dinner with him and watching after the animals as if they were a couple with three kids of their own. But when she did things like trying to enlist him to help boost her special conquests of other men, Mikaela had a way of making it seem like she had a heart of steel and didn’t give a damn about Dominic. And the only reaction he seemed to have anymore was anger. He got angry when she ignored him, he got angry when she didn’t appear to care about his wanton lifestyle, and he got angry when she did lash out because he couldn’t understand why she would retaliate so harshly when she didn’t care in the first place. All of it was frustrating and confusing, and Dominic’s mind toyed with him by engaging in endless rounds of the torturous “she loves me, she loves me not” game. But now it came down to a matter that was much larger than the issue of Dominic’s unrequited love. His friendship with Mikaela was in jeopardy. Not being able to share his love with her was anguishing as it was, but having to see their friendship walk the tightrope was unbearable. The whole “sticks and stones” saying was nothing but bullshit. Words were the harshest weapon anyone could use, and if armed correctly they could cut deep into the soul, the most vulnerable part of a person’s being. He should’ve been used to this by now. Every time she cared to interact with him Mikaela made a point to remind Dominic how much she didn’t want to talk to him or how much she didn’t want to see him. Mikaela’s protests were not only laced with anger, but he could detect the underlying hurt in them too and he didn’t know which was worse: knowing how much he hurt her or being under constant siege of her hateful words. Fighting with her like this was sheer agony and there was nothing Dominic desired more than Mikaela’s forgiveness. But no matter how much he yearned for it, no matter how much he pleaded and chased after her, he knew it was something he didn’t deserve and that only dragged him down to a new low. Mikaela wasn’t a woman that he deserved to have and yet he still selfishly pursued her as if he possessed every right in the world to do so. Dominic was stuck at a crossroads. He was lost without a direction and he didn’t know what to do. As he desperately searched her eyes, seeing the moisture build behind them, the walls of Dominic’s throat constricted tighter together. The one thing worse than seeing Mikaela cry was being the cause of her tears. They’d been in this situation once before though he’d been too drunk for him to remember what he’d done to upset her so much the first time. When he spoke his voice came out strained and hoarse as he forced the walls of his throat to loosen. “Because I keep fucking up. I don’t know what I was saying, I was just...mad.” Dominic sighed heavily and blinked hard before reopening his eyes. “That’s not an excuse. I didn’t know what I was talking about, I just... Look, I’ve just been trying to hunt you down so I could tell you how sorry I am. I’m not doing this on purpose,” he urged, his voice ending in somewhat of a whine. [/style]

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[MIKAELA JHENÉ MENENDEZ]

Though Mikaela was fairly emotional, she tried her damnedest not to be a crier. It didn’t take a lot to make her want to shed some tears. Holding in her feelings came with a lot of practice. It was something she picked up as a child. Crying after every time her father let her down became truly exhausting. And what was worse was that Mikaela could see the hurt her mother felt every time she cried over her father. She didn’t know if Maria was saddened because she was hurt that David kept disappointing their daughter and hated seeing her cry or if it was because she felt she wasn’t doing her job as a single mother right if Mikaela was still so dependent on spending time with him. Mikaela never asked, though she was sure it was a combination of the two. Over time, she toughened up and the let downs became a norm. It became a lot easier not to cry because she was used to be being disappointed. Even in those instances where she wanted to do nothing but breakdown and bawl, she did everything in her power to will the tears away to spare her mother the hurt and to prove to her father that he couldn’t break her. She never wanted to appear vulnerable or for people to see what she was really feeling. It made her an easy target to get hurt.

Dominic’s harsh words during their last argument should have been less impactful than they were. Drunken ramblings were to be taken with a grain of salt. However, the fact that he was drunk while saying those things was what concerned Mikaela the most. One’s true feelings were supposedly exposed when under the influence. Perhaps Mikaela was just some stupid slut who couldn’t do better than her punk-ass ex-boyfriend. However true those insults may have been, Mikaela was still angered by them. Anger was the feeling she knew best and it was her reaction to nearly everything, especially when she didn’t know how to deal. Dominic admitted that he kept fucking up and Mikaela shook her head. She could feel her resolve melting away. “Dominic, stop.” But he continued to speak, apologizing to her. “Stop,” she ordered firmly. If this was going to happen, this wasn’t the way that she wanted it to go down. They’d been standing in the hallway for quite some time and Mikaela was physically and emotionally exhausted. She just wanted to sit down. “Please, just let me go.” She made no moves to struggle against him and just waited for him to loosen his grip on her wrists.

When Dominic let her go she grabbed hold of one of his hands and pulled him into her dressing room, closing the door behind them. She sat down on the couch with a heavy sigh and let her face fall into her hands. Her hair fell in dark waves toward the floor. She sat there like that for a few minutes without saying a word until the urge to cry subsided. “I don’t know what you want me to say, Dominic. What, are we going to agree to disagree and move on just so that we can end up back here again a few weeks from now?” This game they were playing was beyond the point of ridiculousness now. She smothed he rahir back with her hands and looked up at him, pain and confusion written all over her face. “I don’t want things between us to stay like this. It wasn’t easy creating that distance between us.” In fact, he’d never know how agonizing it was. “But I didn’t know what else to do. You know me well enough to know that it is more my style to lash out, but I knew that would only make things worse.” But that was only part of it. She didn’t want to risk slipping up again and saying something about Ethan that she couldn’t take back. People never forgot those things. And once you were a victim in their eyes, you stayed that way. The last thing she wanted was for Dominic to pity the pathetic damaged girl.

It was becoming clearer and clearer what Mikaela’s problem was. It was the same problem she’d had with Ethan and even her father. She was so afraid of getting hurt that she always kept her armor on. Her guard was up twenty-four/seven and she was constantly in defense mode. Everything was a battle and Mikaela was a professional when it came to fighting. Her defense mechanism for everything was to fight angrily, which in turn pushed people away, or in Dominic and Ethan’s case, caused them to fight back. Mikaela recognized that she was pushing and picking at Dominic the same way she did Ethan and it was only a matter of time before exploded. He’d already begun to crack and that was what had landed them in this squabble in the first place. “I don’t know why the hell you got so mad in the first place. I know that I can push your buttons sometimes, but you went off, Dominic. And you started to talk shit about things you know nothing about,” she said. She could still feel the anger festering in her chest. No matter how much she blamed herself for provoking him and criticizing his near every move, the attack on Ethan had gone a step too far. Mikaela didn’t share much about her ex and the little that Dominic did know didn’t give him much to bash. Dominic didn’t realize what his comments were doing to her and the negative feelings that brought about. And for that reason alone, Mikaela felt he should have left it alone. She was the one to bring Ethan up, but Dominic was the one to turn it into a argument about her ex. And as mentioned before, her first instinct was to fight back which only egged Dominic on. The argument spiraled out of control and it didn’t take long for the shit to hit the fan. “I just…” She let out another heavy sigh. “That can’t happen again.”

tagged || DOM//dani
word count || 1,027
outfit || soon
notes || this template is a work in progress